"It's queer," she said; "I see the light
As plain as I beheld it then
All silver-like and calm and bright
We've not had stars like that again!

"And she was such a gentle thing
To birth a baby in the cold
The barn was dark and frightening
This new one's better than the old

"I mind my eyes were full of tears
For I was young, and quick distressed
But she was less than me in years
That held a son against her breast

"I never saw a sweeter child
The little one, the darling one!
I mind I told her, when he smiled
You'd know he was his mother's son

"It's queer that I should see them so
The time they came to Bethlehem
Was more than thirty years ago
I've prayed that all is well with them."